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"The Jerk-off Sessions" Part 6 Featuring Christina Hendricks

WARNING: This FICTIONAL story contains sexually explicit situations. If you're under age or easily offended STOP READING!!

A/N: It's been nearly ten months since the last Chapter was posted. HERE you can find Chapter 5 if you need a recap. Enjoy!

It had been at least two weeks since my incident with Shene, who in my perverted mind I saw as none other than English hottie Emma Watson. We talked it through and decided that it best that we keep the unfortunate affair to ourselves, for the sake of both our jobs. I didn't want to be seen as that guy who humiliated the new girl and she didn't want fellow staff to think that she was here to be the office slut.

To make things a bit easier, I advised Shene, as well as my superiors that I was going to take a few weeks off for stress relief. That way, what happened with Shene could at least give us both time to get over the whole ordeal. Fortunately, my boss didn't have a problem with this as I'd had plenty of annual leave up my sleeve. Having too much of it wasn't good for the books, so any chance to minimize it was usually appreciated.

The first thing I knew that I wanted to do was nothing. Not a damn thing. The first few days I only left the apartment if I needed food. I didn't watch much TV, didn't go anywhere near my computer and kept phone conversations to a minimum. I was going to beat this problem I had, and restraining myself from anything that would give me the urge to jerk off was the only way I knew how.

After three days of this, I was near breaking point. The past two nights I was sporting an erection that I could have had to beaten to death just to get some sleep. Staying abstinent for all this time was driving me insane. How anyone could last this long I'll never know. Cold showers were only a temporary solution. The one thing I had refused to do when this whole problem started, was seemingly becoming my only option. I made the call to the clinic, and booked an appointment with Doctor Philips.

"Yes I can probably get you in tomorrow so we can chat one on one. These kind of problems are quite rare I'd have to say. But once we go through all the details then I'm sure we will be able to help you", the Doc said, hanging up the phone after he'd given me a time to come and see him.

I was grateful that I was seeing a male physician, as revealing all my sexual visions to a woman would more than likely make me more reluctant to speak up. I was even willing to tell Doctor Philips that my fantasies were of popular Celebrities. How I was going to explain why one of them was somewhat younger than the others? Well, that I would hope he'd understand. I had very little self control over this.

I made my way down to the office block just around the corner from my apartment. I probably should have done more research on the place before booking. But out of fear of having another blackout, I checked in to the closest place possible. Dr. Philips sounded professional enough over the phone, and as much as I enjoyed having these dirty fantasies, the problem was what one too many of them could possibly lead to. And I mean that in a bad way.

"Just go down the hall, the last door on the right, and wait in the office. The Doctor will be with you in a few minutes", the secretary informed me. Well that was a good start. Rarely does one go to a a place like this and they don't keep you waiting despite the fact you'd made a booking beforehand. I entered the office, quite a lavish setup Dr. Philips had. Plenty of framed pictures up on one wall, showing off his qualifications. A bookcase filled with medical and psychiatric books no doubt. The maroon coloured velvet couch looked enticing, the place where I no doubt would be telling the Doc what had been going through my warped mind over the past few weeks. So without hesitation, I lay down up on it, the softness of the couch had me instantly relaxed, as I waited for his arrival. The couch faced away from the front door, so I kept an ear out for when he entered the room.

Within seconds, I could hear footsteps enter, the Doctor closing the door behind them. But the first thing I heard come out of their mouth was not what I was expecting.

"Mr. Symons. Sorry for keeping you waiting".

I turned my head, and rather than seeing a male doctor enter the room, a tall woman with red hair done up in a bun, wearing glasses was there to greet me instead. This was not what I wanted. She wasn't the most stunning woman I'd ever laid eyes on, her professional looking attire (and nerdy glasses) made sure of that as her clothing covered quite a lot of her tall physique. She had the look of a strict high school headmaster rather than a therapist.

"Sorry, but I thought I had an appointment with Doctor Philips", I asked.

"Yes, um, unfortunately he's been called out to see one of his patients on short notice. He asked me to fill in for him. Is that going to be a problem?"

She seemed to be quite nonchalant about the whole thing, going through some notes that the Doctor had left her as she awaited my response.

"I uh…".. I stopped in mid-sentence as this replacement shrink turned to reach for a pen upon the desk, giving me a grand view of her full round backside, accentuated by her tight figure hugging skirt which helped outline her panties underneath. She wasn't showing off much in the leg department thankfully, the hem of her skirt going down well below her knees.

I was like a man on a forty hour famine, as if I was in the final few minutes, desperate for something to eat. I needed help now, and re-scheduling for another time was out of the question. So I responded,

"No I'm sure it will be fine. Though it's a little embarrassing the things I intend to tell you, and the problems I've been having".

The truth is I was a little uncomfortable telling a woman how I'd jerked off to various female celebs. But she assured me,

"Don't worry Mr. Symons. What we discuss here today will remain confidential, and for your comfort the room is sound proof so nothing can escape these walls. I'm a professional, there's nothing you can tell me that I haven't heard before. By the way, you can call me Doctor Hendricks".

At the time I didn't why that name sounded so familiar. I was too focused on how the hell I was going to get through this session. I stood to shake her hand to make the introduction formal, and as I moved back to sit down on the couch, Doctor Hendricks let the pen she was holding slip from her grasp, falling onto the carpeted floor.

"Oh. Let me get that", she said as she bent down, granting me a spectacular view of her gargantuan cleavage. No word of a lie, Dr. Hendricks had the biggest set of tits I'd ever seen in my entire life! My mind literally exploded for those few milli-seconds that I had to gaze at those glorious tits as they hung down from underneath her top. I could feel a drop of sweat roll down my forehead like I'd just entered a sauna.

"So, why don't you get yourself comfortable on the couch, and let's see if we can get to the bottom of what's been going on with you of late".

It took a while to get the image of Doctor Hendricks impressive milkers out of my head, as I lay on the couch, my head back, and luckily my boner was well concealed. Her outfit actually disguised what she had on underneath very well. She went from being very average at first sight to a firecracker that was just begging to be lit. But I couldn't let my mind focus on that right now, I had to sort my problem out. That was why I was here.

"So, how about we begin from the start. When did these episodes or um, black outs you started having begin?" she asked. She sat in a chair behind me to my left, out of my direct line of sight.

"Well it all started a few weeks ago when my now ex-girlfriend and her daughter moved out, and I went to take a shower. A picture of on the bottle of shampoo led to me blacking out and fantasizing about a fit young woman pleasuring me."

"Doctor Philips notes has the word 'FAMOUS' here. What does that mean exactly?"

I hesitated before I answered. I wasn't sure how the Doctor would react to my reply, but I decided to take a chance.

"The picture on the bottle was of Miley Cyrus…"

"So you're fantasies are of celebrities I take it?" Doctor Hendricks asked.

"Yeah. I can't explain why or how they have suddenly started to appear in my dreams, but I just want it to stop".

"So I take it this has happened a few times. Who was next and how and when did this happen?"

"Well, the second time was a few hours later at work. I was in my office and trying to take my mind off of what had happened that morning and was doing fine until an online acquaintance sent me a photo of, shall we say, a younger stunning brunette in a yellow bikini. To say it was hard to control my urges upon seeing the picture is an understatement. I blacked out for nearly two hours."

"And this "young brunette", is she as popular as Miss Cyrus?"

Not really the question I was expecting. But nevertheless, I answered with caution.

"Not quite, but I guess she could be one day".

"So she's pretty young then?"

"Yeah. She is".

There was a few seconds of silence in the room, Doctor Philips no doubt judging me for my perverted thoughts about Ariel. Luckily she didn't ask me who it was I was referring to, and thankfully moved on with her list of questions.

"OK, so was anyone suspicious of what you were going through?"

"Well my receptionist was concerned when my line was busy when she tried to contact me. And then later in the week I had to take a day off work. Things got worse that night when I tried to restrain myself from watching anything that could possibly make me have the urge again. So, I figured I'd get blind drunk to try and knock myself out. Problem is, I accidentally flicked the channel over to "The Client List" and even worse, Jennifer Love Hewitt appeared on screen in quite sexy attire."

"I see", she responded, scribbling down notes but not really giving me any feedback whatsoever. I felt like she wasn't even trying to help which was quite frustrating. And to make matters worse, I was starting to get well aroused as I talked her through my celebrity sexual fantasies. My cock was at full mast now underneath my pants, and I had to fight the urge not to try and relieve myself right there in the office."

"So the alcohol didn't work I take it?"

"No. I had no control over what I was doing and when I awoke the next morning, I put together exactly what I had done and whom exactly triggered it".

"And these urges you've had, they've not had any effect on your work?"

"That's the thing, everything has been going great. The boss is very happy with me, even allowed me to close a deal with a major investor down at Laguna. But that only led to having another black out!"

"And was this at the investor's place?"

"No it was down at the beach just after I'd left his house. I was given the afternoon off so decided I'd catch some sun and have a swim, because it was such a hot day. I saw this really attractive blonde lifeguard, and as much as I tried not to focus on her, my mind took control when I fell asleep on my towel. It felt so realistic I couldn't stop myself. But it almost cost me my life!"

"Really? How so?"

"The tide came in and that same lifeguard that I was eyeing earlier had to resuscitate me, otherwise I would have choked to death on seawater!!"

"And who did this one look like?"

"You know that girl that plays the cheerleader in the show "Heroes", Hayden Panetierre?"

"So these blackouts have caused a near death experience. Has anyone else filtered into your imagination?"

"Just one more. And it was the most realistic one of the lot. This new girl, Shene, started working at our company. Foxy looking English girl. We hit it off right away and one night we both were working late in the office, one thing led to another and before I knew it, we were making out like love struck teenagers. She was well up for it, as she proceeded to unbuckle my pants and play with me, ahem, down there. But when she fell to her knees, I closed my eyes, and none other than Emma Watson was looking up at me from the floor. The strange thing was I felt like I was awake and completely oblivious to the fact that I was looking at Emma and not Shene. Naturally we had sex and the whole time all I could see was Emma Watson, with her skirt up around her waist, her panties around her ankles and her hot legs spread apart as I slid myself inside of her. Everything was going fine until I told her I was going to cum, and, let's just say, I kind of embarrassed her with where 'exactly' I let loose".

I didn't know how I could inoffensively tell a female shrink that I gave my co-worker an unwanted facial. But what had also occurred to me was that I had been rambling on with my story about Shene/Emma for about ten minutes, and Dr. Hendricks hadn't uttered a word during that time. Nor had I heard the scribbling of her pen upon her note pad. Finally, she spoke up...

"So I take you must be dying to cum then?" she asked, her voice sounding a little more sensual than before.

"Ummm, yeah, it's been a few days now. I feel like I'm losing my mind".

"Would you like me to help you relieve some tension?" Dr. Hendricks asked, much to my surprise. It was at the point, I knew something was different, and decided to turn my head to look at my shrink.

"Doctor Hen...dricks" I said, pausing, my eyes disbelieving of what was going on beside me.

As I turned my head, there was my shrink, lovely legs partnered, her jacket on the floor, her hair unbounded so that her fiery red hair hung down to her shoulders. Her tight skirt now was pooled around her waist, and her unbelievably large breasts were concealed exquisitely inside a lacy red bra. But the thing that caused me to make my jaw literally drop was seeing my doctor with a hand inside her silk black panties, clearly fingering her horny pussy.

"I'm sorry. You're stories were making me so hot that I, I just couldn't help myself. You've had sexual adventures with so many gorgeous female celebrities. You must be really special. That really turns me on."

I couldn't help but drool at the buxom redhead as she bit her lip and clutched at one of her mammoth tits, looking incredibly sumptuous in this state. My cock knew what it wanted, but for the first time since these episodes started to happen, my mind was trying to talk me out of it.

"Doctor Hendricks.."

"Christina, please call me Christina", she replied.

"Ummm, Christina. I know what you must be thinking, and what you believe might happen between us, but, I'm trying to get better. If we have sex, isn't that only going to make things worse?" I asked, finally trying to gain some kind of self control for once.

"But I'm here to make things better. I'm your therapist and I'm here to take care of you." she said, sliding down to her knees beside me as I remained on the couch.

She hungrily eyed the boner that had raised my shorts up slightly, running one of her hands so elegantly along my nervy chest. I looked deep into Christina's striking blue eyes once she tossed her glasses aside, my resistance being broken with each second that I took in her beauty. My eyes were transfixed on her gorgeous pale white face and ruby red lips, jumping slightly when I felt her rub at the long hard pouch in between my legs, Christina's stroking hand finding it's target.

"Would you like me to take care of you?" Christina asked, giving my cock a gentle squeeze.

I caved, knowing I couldn't resist her, as the last few days without release had finally taken it's toll.

"Please, make me feel better".

I unbuttoned my shirt as Christina unbuckled my belt, sliding out the leather strap, then swiftly pulling down the zipper. My breathing was incredibly erratic as she slid my pants down to my knees, my stiff shaft like a concealed weapon underneath my briefs. She wasted no time running the palm of her soft hand upon my stomach, along the top of my pubic hair, into my pants and on top of my throbbing cock. Her hand felt so warm that she had to have felt my dick pulsing within it, pulling t out and bending it upright as it was relieved from its restraints.

"OH MY GOD" she moaned softly as she saw the entire length of my naked cock for the first time, the Mad Men stars eyes lighting up like a Christmas tree.

"Wow… It's so thick", she whispered softly as she eyed my monster. Christina stroked it from the base, and as she got herself in position, she again whispered, "It's HUGE..."

She proceeded to lick the side of my meaty staff, and press her full lips against the tip, kissing it twice and then flicking her tongue completely around the head a few times. A deep moan escaped my mouth as I felt those glorious smackers close around my bell end, the buxom star took me in her warm moist mouth and proceeded to take as much of my thick girth in between her lips.

"Damn Doctor. I didn't know this was part of therapy?"

"Yeah it's all included. It's my job to do what I can to take care of you." she replied, licking at my tense balls, sucking them one by one inside her luscious mouth. Whilst her head bobbed up and down on my saliva coated shaft, I ran my hand up the back of her skirt, fondling her pale white plump ass that stuck out. I squeezed her firm flesh and ran my fingers so tantalizingly against the silk cloth that was hiding her puffy cuntlips. Christina moaned upon my cock which was currently lodged deep inside her working mouth, and almost lost all self control when my fingers slithered underneath the fabric, so I could probe at her sopping wet pussy.

"Unnghhh shit!!" she grunted, feeling my digits pierce their way inside of her delicious hole.

"Mmmm, with a cock this big I'd never stop having my way with it", she said whilst taking a breather, jerking my cock in the process.

"You really should consider doing porn, your cock looks like it could go the distance again and again", she suggested, her laugh almost evil-like as she took my rod into the deepest recesses of her hot orifice.

"Ooooh fuck that feels so good Christina", I grunted, putting a hand on the back of her head, pushing it down to try and force more of my cock inside her mouth, and the tight channel of her narrow throat. Soon she began to gag, saliva dribbling out of her hard working mouth and my sloppy meat slipped out.

"Ahhhhh…. I think I'm starting to understand your addiction, why you fantasize about sleeping with all these celebrities..And I think I like it".

"So what shall we do about it Christina Hendricks?" I asked, making her aware I knew her true identity.

She rose from her knees and stood at the end of the velvet couch. I must have got her all worked up as her panties were completely soaked from my finger play. Christina stood there in just her underwear now, having discarded her skirt a little earlier. She looked like a bitch in heat, dying in need for a bone. She ran her fingers along the front of her damp panties, sliding across her bulging slit.

"Mmmm I want that fat cock of yours inside me, I can't take it any longer", she begged.

Christina ran her hands so erotically upon her milky tits, down the sides of her womanly figure and pushed her underwear down her legs, exposing her perfectly waxed taco. Holding her panties, she flicked them at me, telling me to keep them as a souvenir. I duly reached for my trousers, stuffing them in one of the side pockets. I looked back up to take in the glorious sight before me. Her beefy lips looked good enough to tease and devour, but she wanted more than a mad tongue fucking from me, as she crawled up from theend of the couch. Christina's stupendous sized breasts hung down as she moved towards me, spitting into her palm so she could lather up my stiff cock with her saliva.

"Oooh I can see this being a tight fit", my celebrity shrink said, placing the sensitive tip of my cock against the entrance of her juicy flesh cavern.

Christina pressed her hands against my shoulder blades, rubbing her cuntlips against my helmet, leaning in to kiss me deeply.

Placing my hands upon that fantastic round rump, we looked into each other's eyes, and as I thrust upwards, Christina dropped her hips downwards, the pair of us crying out in unison as my long hard cock plunged almost all the way inside Christina Hendricks' velvet-like cunt. She winced in pain as she was completely impaled on my naked manhood, her huge heaving breasts pressed up against the bottom of my face. Christina took time to adjust to having such a thick hard cock inside of her, but soon began to ride me with enthusiasm.

"Oh Gawd, you're cock is so deep inside me!!" she said in a deep breathy voice.

"Time to inspire you a little more huh?" she said, reaching behind her back to unclasp her bra, the silk material falling away to unleash her succulent 32F sized tits to my grateful eyes.

"Holy mother of God", I said softly, her insanely plump knockers were capped of with stiff pink nipples, and she had the most incredible areola's I'd ever seen in my life!

Probably due to the fact that I lay there not moving, and my jaw hanging wide open, Christina took my hands and place them upon her huge bosoms, the soft flesh felt like the most perfect dough for my fingers to knead. As I pinched at her engorged nubs, she began rocking upon me again, sliding her juicy pink canal up the entirety of my length again and again. Her tits jiggled and bounced in every direction, my only hope of controlling them was to push those massive knockers together tightly as she fucked me like a maniac.

Once she got off, I found myself on top of her, Christina's bare white legs spread apart as I re-inserted my soaking cock back inside her sopping wet cunt. I lay upon her for a second, marveling at those plump flesh cushions, leaning my face down to suck and nibble on her sensitive nipple. She wailed lightly as I bit down, running her fingers through my hair as I sucked her teat, almost trying to drain the tit juice out of them.

Christina wrapped her sexy legs around my waist, the soles of her bare feet rubbing against the back of my knees, and then against my thrusting buttocks when she curled them around my waist. She begged me to fuck her harder, the red-haired siren grabbing her breasts as I moved myself up a bit so there was space between us. From this view I could watch her gorgeous face contort as I railed into her, Christina's eyes shutting tightly as I rammed balls deep inside her heavenly love box. I was going insane with lust, my cause not helped when she pulled one of her large mammaries up to her mouth, licking and sucking on her own nipple.

"Tell me how much you love these tits Mr. Symons?" she asked, the horniest thing that had exited her mouth since we started.

"I fucking love them, they are fucking incredible!!" I replied, continuing to hammer away at her juicy box.

"Oh hell yes!" I said enthusiastically, an offer that no straight male would ever refuse.

I slipped my drenched pole out of her slippery box, Christina pulling those large mammaries apart as I straddled the lower part of her chest. Laying my glistening member flat in between her luscious flesh mountains, I softly sighed when I felt her soft breasts close around my cock, almost disappearing from sight.

"Go on. Fuck them", she said desperately.

Her juices on my shaft were coated enough to give me enough lubrication, in order to slide my warm cock so gratefully in between her milky jugs. Christina held her more than ample bosoms together tightly, as I fucked them to my heart's content.

"Ohhh geeeee-zussss", I groaned, the feeling of my cock fucking those enormous balloons was driving me insane. They were just so damn soft and milky, a strange but wonderful sensation coursing through my body as I rocked to and fro. And then some more incentive to make me cum, as I thrust forward with both eyes closed, I felt her wet juicy tongue flick at my spongy tip, causing me to moan out loud.

"Ohhh fucking christ! I'm going to cum"

"Do it, cum for me Mr. Symons!!"

I pulled my cock out from between her wondrous cleavage, beating my shaft like my life depended on it. But despite that tingly sensation that one gets from the deep pit of their nads, I just couldn't make myself blow.

"What's going on?" Christina asked.

"I don't know. It just won't come out", I replied, dumbfounded at how my ejaculation had held itself back.

Was I over my problem? Was it possible I could restrain myself from jerking myself off and not climaxing? Still, I couldn't help but feel somewhat frustrated at my inability to finish the job. Dr. Hendricks had other ideas though.

"It's OK Mr. Symons. Let me take care of you, it's my job remember?" she assured me, sitting up and getting me to lie back down where she had just lay.

My semi-hard cock roared back to life when the glamorous redhead took my cock in her mouth, feeding my length towards the entrance of her throat, her tongue flicking against the underside of my skin flute as she did this. The churning in my balls that I was feeling only moments earlier had returned, and she got me to the point of no return when her hard working mouth took all of my entire length, her nose pressing against my stomach when she did this. And then when she started humming, it was the sweetest form of torture a man could ever imagine having.

"Oh shit, I'm gonna cum this time Christina", I panted as she removed me from her pouty lips. She jerked me quickly, her painted red nails were all blurry as she stroked me quickly.

"Cum for me baby, I wanna feel you spurt that thick juicy load!!"

"Ahhh-haaaa, unghhhh" I grunted, my long awaited explosion shooting from my partnered slit. My eyes were clenched shut so I had no idea of where exactly my seed had landed. It could have been on myself, on Christina soft hands or possibly all over her meaty shakers. What I did know for sure was, the tension I'd been holding deep within had finally been emancipated…

"Mr. Symons? Mr. Symons are you OK?" Dr. Hendricks asked, despite the fact I was half asleep and still coming down from an incredible high. Everything seemed blurry when my eyelids raised, and I was in disbelief at what I was seeing.

My Doctor, was there beside me, with my semi-hard cock in her hand, a look of much concern on her face.

"What, what happened??" I asked, not sure if what I was seeing was real.

"I think you had one of your black outs Mr. Symons. You were telling your stories and before I knew it, you had taken your pants off and started playing with your, umm, penis. I tried to wake you but you looked like you were in torturous pain, I did the only thing I could. I umm, helped you release".

I couldn't believe it. Doctor Hendricks despite her position, helped jerk me off! Yet the whole time I thought I was having a real good session with another redhead in Christina Hendricks. I couldn't help but notice that Dr. Hendricks had removed her glasses and the top two buttons of her blouse were undone, allowing me a clear view of her tasty cleavage. I was suspicious at first, but dismissed any thoughts that she may have had her way with me whilst I was out of it.

Once we both had cleaned up and I had put my pants back on, the Doc then gave me her diagnosis.

"This is a pretty serious situation Mr. Symons. I've never seen anything like it before. You seem to be seeing things in your dreams as a reality. Look, I'm going to book you an appointment with another clinic, a private clinic which I feel will help you overcome this illness. I feel it's the only way to help you".

She advised me that she would be in touch as there was a few phone calls that she needed to make before I could start on my road to recovery. I was told to go home and rest up, and try and avoid anything that might set me off again until she contacted me. As I entered my apartment I plopped down into my recliner, sighing at the fact that I had got nowhere since I was last here. This was no kind of life. How could anyone possibly cure me? After a few minutes of contemplating the future, I felt a bulge in one of my front pockets. Slipping my hand in, I pulled the material out to find a pair of silk black panties, which had the same underwear design that Christina Hendricks was wearing during my "black out"…

Splendid Story for an Impeccable Series

Nice twist at the end, love the idea that your protagonist actually sot some sweet nectar from the real Christina Hendricks or at the very least a hot facsimile.

Hearsz, you keep on elevated your epic tale with hotter fantasies that make us all black out in satisfaction. I apologize that I haven't responded in time to some of the previous installments, which were each uniquely sexy and fascinating reads with a spectacular crew of ladies.

What a journey it has been from Miley in the shower to Dr. Hendricks on the couch; from Ariel on the desk and Hayden on the beach; a buxom masseuse and a beautiful Brit. One premise yet so many different scenarios of lusty encounters... magnificent performance!! Can't imagine who can top the previous six but I just hope our protagonist gets some sleep with a happy ending in reality. Because he has given us all the fantasy we will ever need.

P.S. Additional applause for your under appreciated Winter Series. Hope there is another edition coming there too.

Nice twist at the end, love the idea that your protagonist actually sot some sweet nectar from the real Christina Hendricks or at the very least a hot facsimile.

Hearsz, you keep on elevated your epic tale with hotter fantasies that make us all black out in satisfaction. I apologize that I haven't responded in time to some of the previous installments, which were each uniquely sexy and fascinating reads with a spectacular crew of ladies.

What a journey it has been from Miley in the shower to Dr. Hendricks on the couch; from Ariel on the desk and Hayden on the beach; a buxom masseuse and a beautiful Brit. One premise yet so many different scenarios of lusty encounters... magnificent performance!! Can't imagine who can top the previous six but I just hope our protagonist gets some sleep with a happy ending in reality. Because he has given us all the fantasy we will ever need.

P.S. Additional applause for your under appreciated Winter Series. Hope there is another edition coming there too.

Thanks (a hell of) a lot Bone-Tzu!!
It's feedback like yours that pushes me to continue writing. One hint I can giveaway for the final instalment for this series is that the encounter
our hero has with the selected celebrity, will be for real, and not a fantasy. I've had the final celeb in mind for a long while, and even a year
after this series began, that has not changed. And she will help him not only get some sleep, but lead him on a different life path that he would
never have thought possible before. Plus it will also feature sex scenes not used in the previous six chapters (I'll leave that to your imagination for now)

And cheers for the comments on "The Winter Series". Hopefully have the follow up to Volume 6 posted by year's end as I have a few stories
on the go at the moment.